ShapeShifter Kisses

October 10, 2019

Season of the Werewolf In the Peak by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

October howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Tis the Season of the Werewolf. Yep, with howling step and moon-racing pep, they arrive, along with the Peak’s Circle of Witches attired in their campy witchy gear. Then, there are the fearsome but friendly vampires–appearing and disappearing–who have made the Peak home. Yes, included are many creatures of the night, the mythical beasts like the Unicorns and Pegasuses and dragons…the fairies, pixies, angels…and, of course, the ghosties and ghoulies. 

Absolutely, lots of Halloween-inspired, spooktacular events happening in Wolf Peak Territory. The werewolves creep about playing tricks on everyone, and gently scaring the little ones. Of course, these beastly wolf critters also hand out yummy candy treats afterward. This has become a yearly tradition, especially in the Peak’s small yet rapidly growing town of Moonrise Lake.

For the adult population of the Peak, there are OctoberFest and Halloween celebrations galore. Among the most favored are the numerous costume balls. One is the *Come As Your Favorite Werewolf Ball*…it’s black tie with elegant dancing music. Quite the enjoyable contrast, indeed. 

Who can be the biggest, baddest, scariest Werewolf ever, a new contest in Moonrise Lake…all for All Hallow’s Eve Fun.

The latest idea for the Midnight Stardust Supperclub is the Purple Fantasy Costume Ball. A bit of a break from the more traditional Halloween festivities. 

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  
Kisses, Savanna Kougar

September 27, 2019

Autumnal Equinox In Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

*Welcome to Autumn* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

As I said on my Kougar Kisses blog, May Autumn Equinox 2019 usher in the best times of your life…

No, I won’t go into my sad ongoing saga. However, I will confess I am suffering from being unable to lose myself in my writing these days. Creativity has always been incredible important in my life. I am so constantly swamped with problems to be solved…well, forget having time to be an author. 

This year in Wolf Peak Territory a new tradition was begun: Wearing Your Fantasy Autumn Colors. There were celebrations and contests galore, of course. And here are some of the gorgeous costumes and scenes. 




Wearing Your Fantasy Autumn Colors, THIS IS ONE OF THE CONTEST WINNERS



Wearing Your Fantasy Autumn Colors, ANOTHER ONE OF THE CONTEST WINNERS 



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

September 5, 2019

The Trickster-Chaos Summer From Hell by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

September howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Where to begin??? No place good, that’s for sure. The sorry truth is, it would take me several pages to even try to explain the ordeal I’ve been through—and to list the plethora of challenges plaguing me. 

So, I have to ask this question: Have the chiggers been weaponized, the fleas too? Yes, this has been an unusually wet summer. But, really? I have to change clothes three or four times a day. I’ve been taking lots of garlic, using lots of natural remedies. It all helps… but… 

Oh, and how about those nasty, nasty pin-sized ticks? But mygawd, the serious problems have just been endless. Yep, three months now of ***The Trickster-Chaos Summer From Hell***.  

Of course, I haven’t had time to post, to even breathe sometimes. Let alone work on my Subscribe Star story, TREASURE MOON SEDUCTION. 

However, I did just get my guest post for Delilah Devlin’s blog done, and emailed to her.  The title is: Dancing On the Fringes of Paranormal Subgenres, and will be featured on September 6that ~ 

On the good side, overall the weather temps have been milder than normal, and I’ve had several toad sighting, all them adorable, of course. ~lots of sighs~ 

Here’s hoping I’ll be able to post again, sooner rather than later. 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  
Kisses, Savanna Kougar

July 18, 2019

Trouble On Treasure Moon At Subscribe Star by Savanna Kougar

Okay, Another Sexy Pirate. However, Not My Hero, Dzonn, the Dark Rogue … Although, They Are Drinking Buddies. 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

Summer-muggy howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Yes, it turned hot and humid on my tame prairie. So far, summer has been mostly mild, and extra rainy-stormy. I couldn’t even get my indoor plants out safely given the ongoing strength of the storms. ‘Cause I just don’t have extra energy to bring them in all the time. 

Anyway, to my delight, I polished Chapter Three of TREASURE MOON SEDUCTION. *Knock on wood* I will be able to continue at this speed. 

Here’s a snippet. If you wish to read the first three chapters, they are on my Subscribe Star page at:  ~ The fee is $1.00 a month. 

Treasure Moon Seduction 


Savanna Kougar 

© 2019, Savanna Kougar, All Rights Reserved  


Ksilya of the Windgate 


Dzonn of the Vericruis 


Ksilya is stranded on Treasure Moon. Attacked by tentacle mercenaries, she fights to escape. Until… 

Dzonn, the Dark Rogue, plans on making a fortune from Treasure Moon. Instead his beautiful rival has beat him. Once again. 


Chapter Three: Trouble On Treasure Moon 

At a familiar tone my gaze snaps to a lower monitor. “There it is, Taegar. Proof. A fortune in numonic-particle glass awaits.” 

“I see.”  He fine-tunes the monitor display enhancing the mineral composition of Treasure Moon. 

“You can’t hide from me, my pretty sparklies. Not beneath those layers of common rock.” 

“I will determine the ideal spot to mine, sir.” 

“Most excellent. The faster we…wait!” I scowl. My gut tightens. “What is that ghost anomaly?” 


Also, Delilah Devlin is once again putting an anthology together. I am in a quandary as to whether I should attempt to submit another story, given the two I did submit were not accepted. Well, we’ll see…??? 

Regardless, here’s the info: 


Editor: Delilah Devlin

Deadline: November 15, 2019

FIRST RESPONSE is open to all authors.

Editor/Author Delilah Devlin is looking for stories for a romantic erotica anthology tentatively entitled FIRST RESPONSE:  A BOYS BEHAVING BADLY ANTHOLOGY.

Why write a short story for this collection? Well, it’s certainly not about making a lot of money, so why do it at all? I’ve said this before, but here are my thoughts…

Writing a short story for a call for submissions is a chance to flex your writing muscle! It can be a chance to experiment with a genre you’ve never written. If you’ve never written a story in first person but don’t want to begin by writing an entire novel using it, start short! For myself, I’ve written stories in new genres or with fresh themes that ended up being so much fun to write they’ve spawned entire series.

You have a deadline! I don’t know about you, but I have trouble keeping my butt in the chair without one!

It’s a promotional opportunity! If selected, you’ll be joined by 12-15 other authors for the launch, sharing your audiences and, hopefully, picking up new readers along the way. Having your story in the collection is another chance to be “seen.”

And remember, you retain the rights to your story, so you can republish it for individual sale or give it away to attract subscribers to your newsletter. You might even decide there’s more story to tell and expand it into a novel!

Here’s what I’m looking for…

FIRST RESPONSE: A BOYS BEHAVING BADLY ANTHOLOGY will include stories that satisfy the reader who craves stories about those brave people who sweep into therescue, regardless of the dangers. Here are a few ideas…

When an alarm goes off in a high-rise apartment building, our heroine is trapped in an elevator while fire spreads in the floors above her. Who will provide her comfort until she can be rescued? An ex who’s a fireman with local FD? Perhaps the heroine is the pilot of a spaceship on the edge of the galaxy when her ship is attacked, and she’s forced to land on uninhabited planet. Who will come to her rescue? Will he be human? The vessel of a woman attempting a solo voyage around the world is sinking in the middle of the ocean. Will a pirate be her only hope?

Don’t limit your imagination to these ideas! Just remember, our “boys” have to behave badly—to give the rescuee just what they always secretly craved… Have fun with the concept.

I’m open to any subgenre of erotic romance you want to write. I’ll accept contemporary, historical, science fiction, or paranormal stories, and I won’t be picky about whether the stories are hetero, LGBT, ménage… Basically, you, the author, can go anywhere your imagination takes you so long as 1) a character is in jeopardy, and 2) the story is a romance, and 3) you have a bad boy somewhere in the pages!

The anthology will be sold at a low price—my intent is exposure for you and your writing. The more readers reached, the better! You will retain the rights to your story so that, at a later date, you can republish your stories individually.

I’m seeking hot and inventive stories from authors with unique voices, and above all, I’m looking to be seduced by tales filled with vivid imagery and passion.

Published authors with an established world may use that setting for their original short story.

This is erotic romance, so don’t hold back on the heat. Stories can be vanilla or filled with kink, but don’t miss describing the romantic connection between strong-willed individuals learning to trust and love one another. A deep sensuality should linger in every word. Keep in mind there must be a romantic element with a happy-for-now or happy-ever-after ending. Strong plots, engaging characters, and unique twists are the ultimate goal. Please no reprints. I want original stories.

How to submit: Prepare your 2,500 to 5,500 words story in a double-spaced, Arial, 12 point, black font, Word document (.doc or .docx) OR rich text format (.rtf), with pages numbered. Indent the first line of each paragraph half an inch, and double space (regular double spacing; do not add extra lines between paragraphs or do any other irregular spacing). U.S. grammar (double quotation marks around dialogue, etc.) is required.

In your document at the top left of the first page, include your legal name (and pseudonym, if applicable), mailing address, email address, and a 50-words or less bio, written in the third person, and send to If you are using a pseudonym, please provide your real name and pseudonym and make it clear which one you’d like to be credited as. Authors may submit up to 2 stories. I will respond no later than January 30, 2020 with decisions.

Payment will be $25.00 USD, ninety days after publication at the end of that month.

Who am I?

Delilah Devlin is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance. She has published nearly two hundred stories in multiple genres and lengths, and is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Entangled, Grand Central, Harlequin Spice, HarperCollins: Mischief, Kensington, Kindle, Montlake, Penthouse, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.

Her short stories have appeared in multiple Cleis Press collections, including Lesbian Cowboys, Girl Crush, Fairy Tale Lust, Lesbian Lust, Passion, Lesbian Cops, Dream Lover, Carnal Machines, Best Erotic Romance (2012), Suite Encounters, Girl Fever, Girls Who Score, Duty and Desire, Best Lesbian Romance of 2013, and On Fire. For Cleis Press, she edited Girls Who Bite, She Shifters, Cowboy Lust, Smokin’ Hot Firemen, High Octane Heroes, Cowboy Heat, Hot Highlanders and Wild Warriors and Sex Objects. She also edited Conquests: An Anthology of Smoldering Viking Romance, Rogues: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology, Blue Collar: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology, Pirates: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology, and Stranded: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology.

Direct any questions you have regarding your story or the submission process to me at



Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

July 12, 2019

Chapter Two of Treasure Moon Seduction At Subscribe Star by Savanna Kougar

Dzonn, the Dark Rogue 


This Is the Best Representation of My Swashbuckling Space Hero That I Could Find 




“WE hold these truths to be self-evident, that all shapeshifters and supernatural beings, are created equal, they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness…” 

Yes, everyone who lives and loves in the Peak cherishes 1776 style FREEDOM, even though Dante is the alpha wolf leader. Yeah, it works. 

SciFi howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Despite the alarming number of hurdles I’ve faced, including how to innovatively stop a roof leak … yeah, a darn huge challenge … but yes, Chapter Two has now been posted on my Subscribe Star page ~

As you can tell, the hero in TREASURE MOON SEDUCTION is the bold swashbuckling type. He captains his own spectacularly tek-outfitted speed cruiser, and has been a notoriously successful galactic treasure hunter for a very long while. His assistant-companion is an android named Taigar. 

So, wanna read Dzonn’s erotic love story in serialized form, or one chapter at a time as I polish them … well, the fee is $1.00 a month. 

Here’s the first few lines of Chapter Two: Unsurpassed Wealth Awaits ~~~ 

“Treasure Moon, I’m about to land both feet on your bosom.” I tell the silvery spot on the main screen of my space cruiser. The excitement of the hunt rules me. I shout, “Prepare to give up your bounty, old gal.” 

Swoeg, I might as well toss back tankards of adrenalin. Unsurpassed wealth awaits…if… 



Ksilya is stranded on Treasure Moon. Attacked by tentacle mercenaries, she fights to escape. Until… 

Dzonn, the Dark Rogue, plans on making a fortune from Treasure Moon. Instead his beautiful rival has beat him. Once again.


Okay, hopefully, I will be able to speed up rewriting/polishing TREASURE MOON SEDUCTION. 

Also *knock on wood* I hope to continue penning my Wolf Peak Valentine’s Day story tentatively titled:  Beauty and the Biker Boar Beast. 


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  
Kisses, Savanna Kougar

June 30, 2019

I Did It! My First Post on Subscribe Star… and Beginning Chapter Twenty by Savanna Kougar


The Mythical Ones, the Mythical Creatures Are Real and Living In Wolf Peak Territory 

Hot Summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Looks like the storm rains have given up for a time on my tame prairie. But it’s a jungle out there ’cause it was too rainy to do much mowing. 

Anyway, finally I’ve gotten Chapter One of TREASURE MOON SEDUCTION rewritten—expanded and improved. I just posted it as my first subscriber offering at ~

So, if you would like to read a scifi erotic romance short story in serialized form, the fee is $1.00 a month. 

Here’s the first few lines: 

Treasure Moon Seduction 


Savanna Kougar 

© 2019, Savanna Kougar 

Chapter One: When Tentacles Attack 

Giant ugly tentacles to the right of me. Slimy brown tentacles to the left. 

Closer and closer, they slither threatening me like poisonous serpents. Hell-suns, why didn’t my ship’s instruments activate, warn me? 



Ksilya is stranded on Treasure Moon. Attacked by tentacle mercenaries, she fights to escape. Until… 

Dzonn, the Dark Rogue, plans on making a fortune from Treasure Moon. Instead his beautiful rival has beat him. Once again.


Okay then, at this point in time, I would like to get TREASURE MOON SEDUCTION rewritten fast as possible *knock on wood*. Once it’s finished, I want to indie-publish on Smashwords. And, I might look at D2D for other author services. Most likely though, I’ll ignore Amazon Kindle simply because I don’t appreciate their big-publisher abuse of authors or their ongoing strategy to corner the publishing market. 

As well, I hope [knock on wood] to continue writing on my Wolf Peak Valentine’s Day story. I haven’t decided on the title yet. However, one possibility is: Beauty and the Biker Boar Beast. 

Currently, I’m beginning Chapter Twenty. Here’s an *unexciting unedited* snippet from the end of Chapter Nineteen. Yet, the luncheon conversation between Khryssa, the heroine, and Razor, the hero … well, this explains a whole lot about the growing Peak community. Why it is thriving… 

Khryssa nodded absently. “You know the problem with dating, with courtship. Expectations.” She gazed at him directly. “If…if…if you do end up together, then how do you keep this level of…” 

“Like Dante and Kitty do.” Razor studied her expression, what her eyes told him. “How about your parents, Khryssa? Hasn’t their relationship been good overall, and grown in love and affection?” 

“Well, true. But if you look at relationships out in the world, they’re so incredibly messed up. And sad. Usually, that is. Although, not here in Wolf Peak …your parents still love each other, right?” 

“To the moon and back. Beyond the Odin connection, they joked about when pigs fly…only when pigs fly to the moon because they love each other so much.” 

“We are lucky, aren’t we? Most don’t have that example, a loving family environment. Not in these times.” 

“That’s one reason I and everyone here will defend Wolf Peak. It’s a sanctuary for love, for families.” 

Khryssa nodded. “Absolutely. Speaking of…I need to get to the Witch’s Circle meeting.” 

“We’re on our way, babe.” Razor stood, offering his hand. 


In case I don’t post before July Fourth, have the best one ever, shapeshifter lovers. But I do hope post before then. 

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

June 24, 2019

Savanna Kougar at Subscribe Star ~ Treasure Moon Seduction ~ SciFi Short Story


Summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Yes, I am now live on at:

If you would like to read a scifi erotic romance short story in serialized form… well, this is my public post at Subscribe Star. The fee is $1.00 a month. 

Greetings, otherworld romance lovers, 

Okay then, here’s a tagline and the title of the first chapter-by-chapter erotic romance, I will be offering for subscribers. 

Treasure Moon Seduction 


Savanna Kougar 


Ksilya of the Windgate 


Dzonn of the Vericruis 

Ksilya is stranded on Treasure Moon. Attacked by tentacle mercenaries, she fights to escape. Until… 

Dzonn, the Dark Rogue, plans on making a fortune from Treasure Moon. Instead his beautiful rival has beat him. Once again. 

This is a scifi short story originally written for submission to an anthology. The theme was BAD BOYS, and being stranded. 

Since my entry was not selected, I planned to Indie publish at Smashwords. However, time, circumstance, and other such no-fun barriers quashed that from happening in any timely manner. 

Also, I began writing a ShapeShifter Seduction Valentine’s Day romance set in my fictional world of Wolf Peak Territory. This took what little time and energy I had. Currently, Razor and Khryssa’s erotic love story continues to be written. 

Meanwhile, given I still want to Indie publish “Treasure Moon Seduction”, my idea is to polish and expand the story. As I do this, I will be offering the chapters ‘one’ at a time to you – yes, like an unfolding serial story. 

Note: I will be doing my best to accomplish this as fast as possible, but a warning. Time and energy are still a big bugaboo. All positive thoughts and prayers appreciated! 

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

May 17, 2019

Writing that politically correct Erotic Romance Novel? by Savanna Kougar


Hey, Microsoft can help YOU with their latest AI tool. 


Hey, ShapeShifter Lovers, I finally have some time to post. Lucky for you, huh? Okay, that’s a big ole tongue in cheek.

So, let me tell you I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO GLAD I never used Word to pen anything at all.  Nothing! None of my romance novels. 

Yes, this ole fuddy-duddy author still uses Wordperfect 12 [and I bought my own CD]. Why? It’s easy. It’s logical. And, Wordperfect 12 program makes sense to me. 

From the beginning I never liked Microsoft Word. Why use a program you don’t like, given, when needed, I can simply copy my manuscript to Word ’97, or any other Word program? 

And now, to deal with the endless frustration of a writing program telling me what to write, interrupting me — yep, this will happen eventually, even if they tell you now it’s ONLY a tool choice. 

Well… no thank you. That’s a BIG NO THANK YOU. I don’t want that program tool. Especially since you will be monitored in live time … you know, like they currently do in China. 

Anything and everything a person does using their cyber devices in China is known in live time — and that person can be, and often is, immediately punished for having a low social credit score. NO BANKING FOR YOU… NO TRAIN TICKET … NO AIRPLANE TICKET … KICKED OUT OF YOUR APARTMENT EVEN IF YOU’RE PAYING FAITHFULLY… 

But hey, even if you can override Microsoft’s suggested changes for your novel … what happens somewhere down the BIG BROTHER 1984 timeline … if your manuscript is deemed NOT politically correct, then you get no publisher … you don’t get to publish anywhere, in fact — not even on a website you supposedly own, and pay for. 

Know this, it will not matter how successful you are — how successful your novel is/could be — or how good you are at raking in the cashola as an author. The PC culture demands complete obedience to their will — you now, shades of the old Soviet Union.  

Besides, these days, any content can be scrubbed from the Internet of Things — cyber book-burning happens everyday now. Websites, blogs, social media accounts are falling like dominoes. 

So maybe, your precious novel would be on the dark web. But who wants to deal with the dark web? I don’t. I’m not cyber-savvy enough. 

The truth for me is, I want Microsoft and the other giant tech companies broken up, their tyrannical cartels ended. Heck, by now, these global-corporate monsters WHO WANT TO DICTATE what kind of fictional stories you can and cannot write, what type of romance you can and cannot write .. hell, they must have broken every antitrust law. At least, according to many law experts. 

And no, the Silicon Valley tech giants are NOT private companies. All of these companies were started by DARPA-INTEL AGENCIES, with their black monies, essentially with your taxpayer dollars. YES, MICROSOFT [a subsidiary of IBM, friend to the Nazi regime] … YES, FACEBOOK, GOOGLE, TWITTER… ARE OWNED BY *WE THE PEOPLE*. 

If you look at it this way, you as a romance writer are paying for someone else, a big-brother type, to tell YOU how and what you are allowed to write. In the near future. 

How is this allowed in America? 

Microsoft launches new ‘inclusive’ AI tool that will recommend ways to make your writing more politically correct

  • ‘Ideas in Word’ uses machine learning to make suggestions in Word documents
  • The tool suggests when users could use more inclusive language in their writing
  • Also offers suggestions on conciseness and punctuation, among other things

Yes, Mothers Are Beloved In Wolf Peak Territory… 

Yes, ShapeShifter Lovers, Mother’s Day Has Come and Gone For 2019… however, it’s always GOOD to celebrate mothers … here are some pics from Wolf Peak Territory. 

Okay, Wolves First… 

Mom’s always need a good snooze… 

Nothing more beautiful than a mare and her foal … 

Baby Horse Love… 

Unicorn moms and their springtime babies abound in the Peak…. 

Who can resist this pair of lovelies… 

Aw, mom, another bath? 

Proud Mama Cougar … how huggable are these little cuties? 

Cheetah Adorables … Mama Cheetah loves living in the Peak. 

Wouldn’t you like to tumble and play with this little bear guy … careful! Only if Mom approves. 

Happy Mother’s Day to the Bear Shifter Moms … yep, the epitome of tough and tender… 

Buffalo shapeshifter moms are the best… 

Doe and her fawn, shifters, of course … Mom and Dawn own a survival shop in Moonrise Lake, the small town in Wolf Peak Territory… 

Another herd of donkey shapeshifters has moved to the Peak… 

Did you know Pandas have a lot of canine genetics …originally, they were gene-created as pets and protectors for a royal line of people who migrated to Earth very long ago. 

Yes, Zebra shapeshifters roam the prairies inside the Peak … to hide them Peakites designed a breeding ranch for Zebras… 

Dolphin shifters love visiting Wolf Peak, especially all the shops inside the Interspecies Pleasure Club — there is a waterway from the ocean through a series of caves… 

Yes, there’s a Swan Lake in the Peak… 

There’s a Hippo Lake, as well… what a big mouth cutie… 

Who wouldn’t LOVE this small tank of a baby…? 

Vacationing in the Arctic, one of the Peak’s Polar Bear moms, and first cub…  

The Tiger shifter twins adore Momma Tigress… 

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

May 6, 2019

Cats For Cinco de Mayo by Savanna Kougar



Belated CINCO DE MAYO … er CINCO DE MEOW, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, the feline shifters of Wolf Peak Territory have yowling-complained about the wolf shifters often dominating my previous posts. Yes, loud and demanding YOWLS in my poor little human ears. No, I cannot blame them. Thus, when the kitties took over, insisting on reparations for cats… well, okay. 

Now, I should tell you the Peak Kitties could care care less about any sort of political correctness. I get the paw-slap if I dare remind them…in fact, many also smirk, twitch a mean tail, then glare and sneer at the very idea that they could be ‘stealing’ the identity of another culture. 

Yeah, don’t get mad at me, shapeshifter lovers… I attempted an explanation… but Kitties do what they want, especially in Wolf Peak Territory. 

My sole ambition is to rid Mexico of the class that has oppressed her and given the people a chance to know what real liberty means. And if I could bring that about today by giving up my life, I would do it gladly.


Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

April 16, 2019

Yeah, Bad Biker Bunny Is In the House by Savanna Kougar


Springtime howls and yowls, Shapeshifter Lovers. 

With Easter next Sunday, well, I thought I’d feature Bart, the Bad Biker Bunny. He’s a secondary character in my current WIP. Although, Bart would hardly consider himself secondary — hell, not at all. As a member of the Wolf Peak Motorcycle Club, and a good buddy with the hero, Razor — yes, Mr. White Bunny Man rides on mission to save the Peak. Bart first appeared in a flash scene I wrote back in June 2011, so he’s lived in the Peak for a longtime now. 

Here’s the current chapter first, then the original flash scene… 

From my current WIP, tentatively titled: “Year of the Razorback Biker” … this is an ‘unedited’ action scene starring my hero, Razor, the razorback boar shifter, and starring his two motorcycle buddies, Stephanos and Bart … they are part of Wolf Peak’s Motorcycle Club. 

Chapter Eleven 

Engine on full throttle, Razor roared inside the hidden tunnel through the rock-face hologram. Stephanos, the wolf-lion man, and Bart—who was known as the Bad Bunny Biker in Wolf Peak—followed in his wake. 

The subterranean passage was a fully operational relic, built during the times when planet Earth served as an intergalactic port. Huge in dimension, the arched tunnel had been constructed by an ET civilization before the time of Atlantis. 

Yeah, sized for giants, to Razor’s eye the interior looked like brass with an overlay of illuminated glass. More interesting, the metallic-composite sides of the tunnel reverberated with the thunderous sound of their Harleys. This always alerted the patriot network, those stationed as watchmen. 

Already, Dante’s cyber team had received a few coded messages about suspicious sightings. The vids showed odd work crews, all of the people Chinese or Asian in appearance. Their espionage equipment had been all too obvious.  

Within seven hour’s time, they’d delivered the Paul Revere message, and gathered valuable on-the-ground intel from their network. While riding inside the tunnel, the sky-spy platforms, the satellite surveillance had been no problem. 

However, Vivanko, the last freedom leader on their list, lived with his herd clan near a national forest—one of the least inhabited regions in Montana. 

“Our elk shifter buddy just mind contacted,” Stephanos shouted. “Vivanko had to change location. He’s meeting us at the hidden springs.” 

“Got it,” Razor called back. 

They sped toward the nearest camouflaged exit point in the worldwide tunnel system. Similar underground passages snaked from Romania to distant destinations, including Egypt, as Razor had discovered when on another delivery mission for Dante. 

“Invisibility field activated.” Bart hollered in his infamous baritone. 

“Activated,” he and Stephanos chorused. 

Slowing to a crawl, the three of them emerged in deep forest and onto a steep winding road. Immediately, they switched on snow vaporizors, super beams that converted the thick white covering to crystalline vapor. 

Cruising at a moderate speed, they rode between fifteen foot walls of solid rock. In the early morning light one side remained shadowed, while the other glistened. 

Zapped by sudden foreknowledge, Razor boomed, “Battle weapons at the ready.” He slung his plasma cannon into firing position, cradling the large barrel in the crook of his arm. 

“Gettin’ the same bad vibes,” Stephanos hollered. “Armed, deadly, and ready.” 

“On auto pilot. Watchin’ our rear,” Bart shouted. “Something nasty spooky in the air, fellas.” 

Mere moments later, Razor audibly heard Khryssa’s voice in his ear. “Approaching fast, nine soldiers riding on rocket-type craft. Can’t see their faces. Will psi-unmask. Hold on.” 

“Nine potential enemy. Collision course,” Razor hollered to Bart and Stephanos. “More info coming.” He sent his own psi-awareness ahead to investigate. 

“Black-ops super soldiers. They are traitors,” Khryssa reported in his ear. 

Razor withdrew his psi-observation at her words. On patrol, or looking for us? he asked himself. 

“Nine black-ops traitors ahead,” Razor quietly spoke into his helmet’s com unit, informing Bart and Stephanos. “Stun and mind wipe ’em.” 

“You’re on their radar. They’ve penetrated your cloaking field,” Khryssa urgently warned. “They’re speeding up. Drawing weapons.” 

“We’ve been detected. But run silent,” Razor com-spoke to Bart and Stephanos. 

“Firefight,” Bart com-responded. “I’m ready to wipe the road with their butts.” 

“Ready to blast and mind-blast ’em,” Stephanos com-growled.  

“Destroy, if necessary,” Razor commanded. 

Again, he cast his psi-sight over the enemy. Ready to kill, they carried mini-missile launchers and accelerated their anti-grav, rocket-propelled craft. 

“Head hunters comin’ for us.” Razor described what he’d observed to Stephanos and Bart. 

“Yep. Bet they’re huntin’ us freedom lovers,” Stephanos barked. 

“I’m taking down the last three varmints,” Bart snarled like only he could through his com unit. 

“Middle three.” Stephanos spoke in his wolf-lion snarl. 

“That leaves me to roast the first three,” Razor rumbled in his snarl. “Here we go, road warriors. Drop shields. Blast their asses at will.” 

The narrow mountain road took a twist not far ahead. Given his truffle-sensitive nose, the stench of the nine super soldiers hit Razor’s nostrils, even as the low whine of their rocket flyers owned his ears. 

Riding three abreast, he, Bart, and Stephanos gunned their engines, racing their designed-for-battle mortocycles. It wasn’t their first firefight together. 

“Enemy drones spotted, laser equipped,” Khryssa spoke to Razor’s ear only. “Dante’s flight team is intercepting. You are also shielded from satellite weapons.”  

Thanks, babe. 

“Take it to them, Porker,” she fiercely added. 

Gotta love my Khryssa’s fighting spirit. 

“Enemy laser drones are being intercepted,” Razor com-reported to Stephanos and Bart. “Let it rip and roar, boys.” 

They thunder-boomed around the bend. Weapons aimed, black-garbed soldiers streaked toward them. Yeah, at dang rocket speed. 

Before they could deploy their missiles, faster on the trigger, Razor unloaded his monster cannon. Boom! Boom! Boom! Plasma flashed like lightning through the air squarely striking the three lead combatants

Paralyzed, they flew backward, and in a domino affect, the soldiers collided into their following comrades. Airborne, the six lost the aim of their weapons as their rocket craft haphazardly flew between the natural rock walls.  

Swiftly, the remaining enemy righted their anti-grav craft, leaping astride. At roaring speed, Razor, Stephanos, and Bart charged. The black-clad traitors fired their deadly missiles, even as Stephanos discharged his cannon weapon. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! Streaming plasma demolished the incoming mini missiles, then struck this second group of super soldiers. But, with less force than a direct strike. 

Thrown off the rocket craft their ruthless foes scrambled searching for the launcher weapons. Razor beamed their brains with his sidearm before they could take aim. He watched them collapse, unconscious. 

Bart shot his plasma wad. Boom! Boom! Boom! He disintegrated three softly whistling missiles. Like wind-driven mist they disappeared, harmless. His strikes upended the advanced rocket craft as well, stopping their flight. 

Razor thumb-switched his weapon to mind wipe as he watched Stephanos plasma-blast the last three soldiers again. He grounded them. Their arms and legs flailed, and within moments, their brains went dark. Yeah, they didn’t move. 

Sliding their Hawgs to a halt, within mere feet of their enemies, Razor, Bart, and Stephanos leaped onto the partly snowy road, given their vaporizors hadn’t been fully efficient. 

Rapidly, as if they’d tossed their brains into a washing machine, they mind-cleaned the nine super soldiers. This, despite the blocking helmets they wore. 

“Nothing like the super-duper gadgets Dante keeps roundin’ up for us,” Bart wise-cracked. “Yep, and havin’ our genius inventors make.” 

The man-sized white rabbit smirked, then blew on the end of his plasma cannon, as if it smoked. He preferred his rabbit humanoid form to his pure man form.  

“You ain’t lyin’.” Stephanos clapped Bart on the back once the three of them had dragged the limp ops team to the side of the road. “Those are some bad ass black leathers you’re sporting, bunny bro. Gotta know where you got ’em.” 

“Carrot juice whiskey on the rocks, and I’ll spill.” Bart toothy grinned. 

“I’ll buy a round,” Razor joined in. “Those leathers are bad ass. And I want one of them Kaiser spiked helmets.” He tapped the helmet’s hard shell. 

“Sure, Boss Hawg. Ya want one of those bronze boars wearing a Kaiser helmet, too?” 

“Already got one of those. A family heirloom. But thanks for the offer, bunny biker man.” 

From the corner of his eye, Razor saw Stephanos twist, turn an ear. “I hear Vivanco’s road-warrior machines.” He strode toward the elk shifter and his crew. The rumbling sound of their arrival echoed off the rock.

“You got the schematics of these rockateer  rides, right?” Bart asked, as he pushed one to the side.  

“Yep,” Razor patted the tiny cam device on his leather jacket, “all scanned and recorded. Our engineers are gonna have a feast with this advanced stuff.” 

Once he and Bart finished shoving the anti-grav crafts to the side of the road, they headed for Stephanos and Vivanco. The two were deep in conversation. 

“All clear,” Khryssa spoke to Razor’s ear. “Enemy contained. For now.” 

Thank you, babe. Get some sleep. You’ve lost shuteye watching over me. 

“Quite a battle performance, Big Bad Boar. I admit I’m impressed. Stay safe.” 

The vibes of Khryssa’s weariness engulfed him, and Razor psi-felt her disconnect. Damn if he didn’t glow inside like a love-struck fool from her words of praise. 


The following FLASH SCENE has been revised, Part of a series, it was originally written on June 14, 2011, and was featured on the ShapeShifter Seductions blog, which I departed from due to irreconcilable differences. 

White Fang and Bart, the bad biker bunny star in this scene. A yuppie type has upset some of the local werewolf gals by poo-pooing their existence. They intend to make believers out of him.

White Fang Khent bio: White Fang, Ace Crime Reporter 

The Super Wolf, who keeps his identity a well-guarded secret, has arrived in Talbot’s Peak, Montana on a mission. The hideaway town has been taken over by a werewolf pack. Their out-of-the-den bravado endangers not only their lives, but the entire shapeshifter world on Earth. Determined to keep his own wolfkind safe and undiscovered, White Fang realizes he must stay to protect the townsfolk from the ruthless enemies they are clueless about. However, he soon discovers he’s stepped into a real life version of As the Werewolf World Turns. 

Was a Reporter for the Guts and Butts Gazette, White Fang Khent – byline 

Currently, White Fang Owns and Runs the Moonrise Daily Tribune

He’s a Syxxrion Shifter 

Note: these days in Wolf Peak Territory White Fang’s true identity is no longer a well-guarded secret. 

Nude Super Dude to the Rescue 

White Fang loped up the steep rocky ground, feeling the power of his wolfen body. The lunar eclipse energies fired his blood, and as he ran, he let his thoughts wander. 

These days his thoughts rarely strayed far from Pasha. Yet, discipline took over, and White Fang tuned into the source energies around him. Nature always spoke. Scents on the wind. The rustling of the other creatures. Trees singing to one another. The vibrations of the Mother herself. 

White Fang gathered it all in. 

He’d been careful to remain out of Zhere Ghan’s territory so he could race wild and free. Still, the night wind faintly carried the potent tang of the Tiger Yakuza. 

Once White Fang reached the top of the ridge, he slowed, weaving through a long patch of large sharp rocks. The sweet hot scent of a rabbit blasted inside his nostrils. With his hunting instinct aroused, and his curiosity as well, White Fang trotted in that direction. 

Indolently stretched out on a boulder, Bad Biker Bunny, or Bart as he was known around Talbot Peak, regarded him. Unconcerned that he stuck out like a sore thumb to any predator in the area, he soaked in the moon’s rays, his white coat gleaming brightly. 

We got trouble, he telepathed without preamble. 

Yeah? White Fang sniffed as he padded toward the white rabbit, satisfying his wolfen hunger for the moment. 

Spitting-into-the-wind bastard is about to be werewolf cuisine. With a confident twitch of his ears, Bart morphed to his human form. He grinned carelessly. “Delectable, ain’t I?”

White Fang gave a vigorous shake, then shifted to human. “Not now,” he answered. “What’s the scoop?” 

“The MF pissed off Veronica and her gal pals at the movie theater a couple of hours ago. Heard he guffawed all the way through “Twilight.” They’re stalking him now. The puffed-up shithead is enjoin’ the lunar eclipse at the clearing closest to town. Oh yeah, he invited any real werewolves to join him.” 

Despite the obvious save-the-day emergency, White Fang shook his head in disgust. As a plan formed, he asked, “How about playing the hero?” 

“Bad Bunny to the rescue. Sure. What do you have in mind, Alien Wolfman?” 

White Fang mind-sent his plan, and when Bart gave a curt nod, he took several steps back. “Nude Super Dude to the rescue,” he quipped. “Yeah, no cape to step on this time.” 

With a quick grin, White Fang increased his frequency. His feet lifted from the forest floor. “You will keep my secret?” he dead-panned his expression for his own amusement, and to watch the rabbit shifter’s reaction. 

For a split second Bart’s eyes bulged in surprise. But only for a split second. “No problem, nude super dude. Got a few secrets of my own.” 

Spinning upward, above the treetops, White Fang flashed toward the clearing. Before his mind’s eye, he watched Veronica and her three gal pals surround the now terrified human. 

The brainless wonder brandished his night-vision glasses and his camcorder at the snarling circle of werewolves. With snapping fangs, they took turns darting at him, then retreating. 

His screams for help might as well have been spitting into the wind for all the good it did him. With hideous growls, the bitch werewolves tightened their circle. Relishing the fear of their prey, they menaced him, their eyes glowing blood-red. 

Intent on tormenting her kill, Veronica snaked her neck. As her fangs sliced through his jeans, and scraped his flesh, Mr. Pain-in-the-ass threw his camcorder at her head. It bounced off like a rubber ball. 

One of the other werewolves snatched it out of the air, crunched it once, then tossed it aside. Screaming his lungs out, the human pounded his night-vision glasses on Veronica’s head as she mouthed his calf. 

Having waited for this very moment, White Fang dived downward. Wrapping his arm around the paralyzed, about-to-pass-out human, he streaked upward. Seconds later, White Fang landed on the backwoods trail Bart had ridden down on his way to the boulder. 

Sure enough, the Biker waited. Partly concealed by a large tree trunk, he sat astride his Harley. 

Swinging him around, White Fang gripped the yuppie dude’s shoulders and gave a good shake. “You all right, mister? That was a close call.” 

His glassy eyes circled as he attempted to focus. “Wha… what? Who are you?” 

While he waited for recognition to dawn, White Fang steadied the pee-and-feces stinky human. “We met at O’Malley’s bar. Remember?” 

“O’Malley? Who the hell is that?” Slumping forward, the shocked-out-of-his-mind yuppie  grabbed hold of White Fang’s forearms. 

“The werewolf bar. You came in for a beer. Riled some folks.”

“Yeah, I remember now. Get your shit hands off me.”

White Fang let go, and had the satisfaction of watching the idiot human stumble backward. He managed to stay standing, his sudden fury the reason.

“What was that shit? Payback by you and some of your friends dressed up like werewolves? I’m calling the cops.” 

“Hey, you don’t look so good, mister.” White Fang stepped forward, offering his hand.  Now covered in fur, his hand changed into a paw. “Need some help getting back to town?” 

Absolutely frozen, his jaw hanging, yuppie dude stared. “It’s a trick, right,” he garbled out. 

“A friendly piece of advice, mister.” White Fang let his wolf coat emerge. “You better have that leg looked at. If the skin is broken you could be infected. You know, on the next full moon, a good quality steel cage –“

With a hoarse shriek, Mr. Yuppie whirled around. Not surprisingly, his feet tangled, and he nearly fell to his knees. Catching himself, he scrambled forward pumping his legs like uneven pistons. As he tried to get traction on the dirt trail, White Fang shifted to full wolf. 

Lunging, White Fang sank his fangs into butt meat, and left large bruises before he let go. At the same moment, Bart roared into view. 

“Jump on back!’ Bart hollered, and slid to a stop. 

Smiling wickedly to himself, White Fang gave chase. 





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